Maanantai - Cupboards&Closets

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The weekend is over and Monday looms, so no more entries to the Lonely Prompt Challenges. Hope you had loads of fun!

Before you wonder, Maanantai is Monday in Finnish. I'm flariariia, your guest host for this week and I hope I can spice up your week, not only by teaching you weekday names in Finnish, but by supplying you some inspiring themes.

We're starting off with Cupboards&Closets, furniture that can always, always supply premises to some very hot action. Be it sex in confided spaces or revealing their true sexuality, surely our evil minds can figure out ways to put our favourite pairings into the most interesting situations?

Let's remember how to prompt correctly to keep our code monkeys in happier states! One prompt per comment, as many fics as you want to write to in answer to any prompt you like, even your own.

Example:
-Leverage, Hardison/Author's choice, black, jew, gay and proud
-Leverage/Firefly, Parker/Kaylee, stowaway

And it today's prompts don't tickle you, pop over to the Lonely Prompts. There are always some looking for attention.

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[flariariia.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Author's choice, black, jew, gay and proud

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

"No, honestly. Guy to guy honesty. What do you have against me, huh?"

Eliot tried to ignore Hardison and concentrate on the hockey game, but it wasn't as easy as he'd like it to be.

"Is it, because I'm black? Dude, are you racist? Because if yes, I'll have to kick your butt and..."

"I'm not racist, shut up."

Hardison stared at the monitor as well, but he's complete lack of interest so visible on his face was only an insult to this great sport. Eliot tried not to sigh, when he noticed the other man turning to him again.

"So, maybe it's because I'm Jew? You have anything against the Jews?!"

"No, I hear they taste delicious," snarked Eliot, irritated with constant interruptions.

He glanced back at Hardison's silence and almost spit the mouthful of his beer, noticing his wicked smile.

"Wanna taste?"

"You're..."

"Proud of my origins," stated Hardison with ridiculously serious face.

"...horny fag," finished Eliot.

The other man shrugged, smiling slightly.

"That too."

[flariariia.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Firefly, Parker/Kaylee, stowaway

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“Who’re you?” Kaylee frowned in confusion when she saw the blonde girl in the engine room. “How’d you get on board?”
“I snuck on before you left dock, obviously. Then I hid.” She looked around the room. “There are lots of hiding places on this ship, you know.”
“Uh.. yeah. I know. Why did you sneak onto Serenity?”
“There’s something here that I need to get.”

Kaylee’s eyes widened, as she remembered the last person who had snuck onto the ship unseen, and what he had been after. “You’re… you’re Alliance, aren’t you?”
She was surprised when the blonde girl laughed suddenly. “Alliance? You think I’m… that’s actually quite funny. I’m wanted by the Alliance on four… no, wait, five worlds. Why would I work for them?”
Kaylee shrugged. “You might be a bounty hunter.” She said quietly.
The girl shook her head quickly. “Uh-uh. That’s not my game. Too messy. I just want the money.”
“Who are you?”
“Name’s Parker. And I’ve got a job to do, so if you don’t mind I’ll be getting on with that now.” Parker started to walk out. Not knowing what else to do, Kaylee hit the intercom button and told the Captain everything.

Two days later, Serenity landed on Persephone, and Kaylee waited anxiously as Parker led the Captain and Zoe to where her friends were waiting, and they… negotiated a deal that involved Parker and her friends getting what they wanted and the crew of Serenity getting a good-sized cut.

[the]

Heroes, Adam/Peter, if you live this long you're bound to be open-minded

[the]

Heroes, Micah/Molly, hide and seek

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“Wanna play hide and seek?” Molly asks one day when they're both past the age of playing such childish games. She's still full of that spark that's left over from her youth though, it's what he loves about her, what he admires most. “You go hide and I'll find you.”

She's got an unfair advantage over him, and they both know it. He rolls his eyes and continues working on fixing his laptop. “That won't be much of a challenge for you.”

“No,” She smiles a flirtatious grin, and then whispers in his ear. “But when I find you, I'll let you do naughty things to me.” He doesn't waste any time before hoping to his feet and going to hide, while she counts down the seconds. “10.. 9.. 8..”

Perhaps they're not children anymore, perhaps not so innocent-- but they can still have fun.

[the]

Heroes, iambecomedeath!Gabriel and Noah Gray, don't drink what's under the sink

[yesdrizella.livejournal.com]

RPS, Paul Rudd/Sean William Scott, "trapped [in the closet] like R. Kelly"

(what can I say, I'm on a Role Models kick!)

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Narnia RPS, William Moseley/Skandar Keynes, 'such a cliché!'


*whistles* Going to hell, going to hell, la-la-la-la-laaaaa! XD

[merihn.livejournal.com]

I LOVE this. Someone needs to get blincolin over here.

♥

[asenathwaite99.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "What do you mean it only opens from the outside?!"

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "What do you mean it only opens from the outside?!"

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

They were running down the hallway as fast as they could, trying to put some distance behind them, Alec had the longer legs, but Eliot’s are stronger, they’re pretty evenly matched. They rounded the corner and Alec spotted the computer room door open, he knew they’d never make it out of the building in time and so he grabbed Eliot’s sleeve and pulled him in, shutting the door behind them, throwing them into complete darkness.

“I hate running from the client,” Eliot panted.

“Nah, reminds me of old times, first job as a team. That’s good memories right there,” Alec countered. He found a light switch and in a moment they were both blinking from the sudden brightness.

“Ow, give a guy some warning.”

“Sorry, didn’t realize they had the Coronasphere wattage in here.”

“Nate?” Eliot said, realizing that Nate hasn’t been panicking in his ear, demanding a sit rep. “You there?” They waited in silence for a few moments. “Coms are down.”

“The coms are not down,” Alec snapped, “I made these babies perfectly, they do not go down. Probably lined the room so that the feds wouldn’t realize there was a secondary computer room if they came knocking. Looks like a basic panic room set-up, but full of the Shangri La of toys.” He ran his hand reverently over the server mounted on the wall.

“You two need a moment alone?” Eliot asked.

Alec smiled a little. “I think I am alone with the person I want a moment with. You realize we haven’t had a chance to sneak off in two weeks?”

“We’ve been busy.”

“And we need to get busy.” Alec pulled Eliot to him and kissed him hard.

“We’re on a job,” Eliot said without much conviction.

“We have two minutes alone in a locked room with no coms.”

“Good point.” Eliot kissed him and then sank to his knees.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Hell yeah.” He groaned as Eliot lowered his zipper and took him into his hot mouth. Alec loved Eliot’s mouth. Serious natural aptitude for giving head. He tangled his fingers in all that soft hair and tried not to buck into that perfect heat. “Love it when you do this.”

Eliot pulled back for just a second, “Just make sure the door’s locked and keep the noise down.”

Alec reached behind him to find the doorknob. His hand searched for a bit, but he couldn’t find it. “Damn, hold on a second, I need two braincells working to find the damned doorknob.” He half spun to locate it, but didn’t see it. He spun the other way and saw only security hinges. “Oh shit.”

“What?” Eliot asked, his voice suspicious.

“Um… ain’t no doorknob on this side.”

“What?” Eliot repeated, certain that he must have misheard.

“I am telling you that it doesn’t open from in here.” Alec was starting to panic. “Only seems to open from the outside.”

“What do you mean it only opens from the outside?!"

“What do you think I mean? There is no knob on this side.”

Eliot stood up and spun Alec around, pressing his face into the door. “Don’t you even think I’m gonna let you come first after this.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate that you’re into this, but just how the hell are we gonna get out of here?”

“Use the Leatherman I have tucked in my boot to take the hinges off.” With that Eliot dropped back down to his knees and Alec was too busy losing his higher brain function to worry about anything else.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

NCIS RPS, Mark Harmon/Michael Weatherly, outed in front of the cast

NCIS RPS, Mark Harmon/Michael Weatherly, outed in front of the cast

[spae.livejournal.com]

It's not like they meant for it to be anything. It just kind of happened, born out of the camaraderie on set, Michael's exuberance and an awesomely liberal approach to the script which means Mark can pretty much do what he likes.

And so he does.

He's watched Michael become Tony more than a few times, now. Likes the way he becomes this creature that lives and breathes for Gibbs' attention. Likes the way that he can see Michael lurking beneath Tony's DiNozzo's arch smile as if to say 'this ain't all acting'.

And his Gibbs has become this guy that watches Tony as much as Tony watches Gibbs - he becomes bemused, annoyed, sarcastic, tolerant and amused by turns as the script dictates, and the set crackles with tension when they're on screen together. He tells himself it's because Gibbs is moulding Tony, that it's a father-figure thing of wanting to mould the younger man - but he's lying to himself, and not convincingly.

He enjoys the times when he can spark off of Michael, when they have dialogue which gives them room to play and he can just watch all those nuances on Michael's face. It's a very pretty face, he has to admit - a strong jaw, a delicate nose and a disturbingly lovely tendency to lower his lashes when he's embarrassed.

He loves that he developed Gibbs' habit of physical intimidation so early - it gives him so much scope to get up close and personal with Michael, and then he's watching, again, as Michael's Tony backs down. He finds he starts doing it to the younger actor when they're off screen aswell, with much the same reaction, except where Tony is all mouth and joking, Michael is variable. When folk are around, he channels Tony, but when they're not ... he flushes deliciously and ducks away. And isn't that interesting?

The thing is, though, he can almost smell Michael's arousal, can certainly feel the heat of his body, can see the dilating eyes and the quickened breathing. Wonders if his own is as evident. They've been dancing this dance too long and it's becoming tangible. And Mark's never been a coward.

Between scenes, he catches Michael in a dark corner; hems him in against the wall and curls one hand around the back of his neck. He can feel Michael's pulse fluttering under his thumb, watches the way Michael can't quite hold his gaze and doesn't know what to do with his hands.

"You want this?" he murmurs, moving closer. He's almost flush with Michael now, that mouth temptingly close.

"Mark," Michael whispers, which isn't an answer, but the way he tilts his mouth up is. Offers it up to be taken, and Mark takes. Pulls that pretty lower lip into his mouth and sucks, till Michael whimpers and melts against him, opening himself up to exploration by tongue.

"Oh my! Finally!" there's laughter, and the sound of clapping, and Mark lifts his head to mock-glare at whoever's interrupting him.

Michael blinks at the crew, post-kissing daze making him look adorable, so Mark grins and kisses him again.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, things you find at the back of the closet

Um...angst and mentioned character death

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

After the…well after, Steve has to go through their, no his apartment now, to find the things that he is going to send back to Christian’s momma. He’s going through the bedroom closet when he finds it. A box filled with pictures. Pictures with friends, with fans, with each other, with their families. It’s too much, too soon. He isn’t ready to see Christian’s laughing blue eyes, or his smile, not so soon after losing him.

Steve’s first instinct is to destroy the pictures and the memories that accompany them. He doesn’t though. He knows that when this hurt less, he’s going to want those pictures, he’s going to want to look back at the happy times with Christian, all the memories they’d made together in 10 years. So he stuffs everything back in the box, and shoves the box back to the back of their his closet. Steve makes a conscious decision to stop looking through their his closet. He knows there is more stuff stuffed in there that he doesn’t want or isn’t ready to see. It can wait for another day. It isn’t like going through any of this stuff is going to bring Christian back to him.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, 'when I said 'hide', I didn't mean drag me in here with you!'

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

*DYING laughing* This probably won't be as funny as I think it is...

There was barely room for one person let alone two, but yet Nate and Eliot were both crammed into the utility closet. Nate sighed, sounding like a put upon father and Eliot could feel the blush that tinted his cheeks.

"When I said 'hide', Eliot, I didn't mean drag me in here with you."

Eliot shifted, tried not to smirk when Nate moaned. "Sorry, just...instinct."

Nate sighed again as their ears picked up Hardison's voice over the coms. "You two call for backup?"

"No, Hardison," Nate growled. "We didn't call for backup."

"Well, might wanna tell your better half...better third, whatever. He's headin' into the building."

"Imari?" Eliot sounded entirely too gleeful.

"Hardison, contact him and tell him to get the hell outta here," Nate growled. Just then, they heard a woman scream and the clatter of high heels running down the hallway in front of them.

"Too late." Yup, Eliot sounded entirely too happy. He was bouncing as well and Nate groaned, his body reacting to the suddenly hyper man plastered against his front.

"Do you really think he'd listen to us anyway?" Parker asked, then oofed as she turned a corner in an air vent. "Wonder if he coul-ACK!"

"Parker!" Hardison yelled.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," she grumbled. "Just yanked outta the vent and he-" her voice was cut off and everyone held their breath.

"M'kay," came a familiar male voice. "Parker's been removed from crawling duties until I find out where Eliot and Nate are."

"Imari, please tell me you didn't kill anyone," Nate growled.

"Yet!" Eliot added happily.

"Oh God," Nate facepalmed. "The insanity is spreading. Seriously? You're encouraging him to kill stock brokers now?"

"Well," Hardison added helpfully. "Isn't one of the partners a lawyer?"

"A lawyer?" Imari sounded interested now. "Hardison, buddy, pal, friend! Tell me more?"

"Well, apparently, dude likes scammin' old people who don't have much left..."

"Hardison!" Nate yelled. Hell this was going to be a long night.

I'm sorry, I had to, I'm over here cracking up. I'll try to come up with something different later...*still giggling*

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Being Human, Mitchell/George, 'you're telling me I live with a vampire and a ghost, and now we have a bogeyman?!'

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"Mitchell!"

George's voice has never sounded so shrill, and Mitchell comes running down the stairs, ready to face whatever threat might be intruding upon their peaceful domesticity.

"What is it?" he anxiously asks as he reaches where George is standing, in front of the broom closet. He instinctively places a reassuring hand on George's arm, giving him a concerned look. "What's the matter?"

"I heard something..." George whispers, as if whatever he heard might be listening. "It was coming from the closet!"

Mitchell frowns, thinking. It can't be a vampire; it would have needed to be invited. If it were another werewolf, George would know it. Annie's nowhere in sight, and it's possible she's playing a prank -- but he's fairly certain that the genuine panic in George's voice would have led her to call a halt to it.

"You think it might be a rat or something?" he suggests.

"No. I'd smell it," George insists. "And I don't smell anything."

"Maybe it's something else -- something we've never seen before..."

George let out a nearly manic laugh of terror, wide eyes staring at the closed closet door. "I'm a werewolf living with a vampire and a ghost, and you're telling me now we have a bogeyman?"

"Well, I don't know what it is, do I?" Mitchell reminds him, irritated when he realizes that now he's whispering, too. "Maybe we should just... open the door, and..."

"No!"

George yelps as Mitchell reaches for the door, reaching out to clutch his arm in a decidedly girlish way. Mitchell doesn't mock him. At this point he can't be sure he wouldn't be doing the same thing if their positions were reversed.

Still, he summons all his courage and opens the door.

A chilling, wailing moan echoes from the tiny room, accompanied by a gust of frozen wind -- and both of them flee like a pair of children, scrambling up the stairs and into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind them.

Annie is waiting for them, leaning idly in the bathroom doorway. She smirks at their panic, shaking her head, arms crossed over her chest.

"You too are really far too easy, you know that?"

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage RPS, Timothy/Chris, winter wardrobe (warm clothes)

[riveroceansea.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, Is that Carter's?

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, "Why are we hiding in a wardrobe?"

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

"SHHHH."

"Arthur?"

"Shut up, Merlin, you'll get us caught."

"Caught?" The strangled sound he makes will forever be denied, but Merlin just wants to know what the heck is going on. "Arthur, why are we hiding in a wardrobe?"

Arthur pushes him onto his knees and Merlin knows what's coming. This isn't the first time he's been silenced this way, and to be honest, he thinks that he must like it, because why else would he continue to speak when shushed.

He opens his mouth willingly, long having come to terms with the fact that Arthur occasionally liked to have Merlin suck him off. More often than not, Arthur would return the favour.

Now it's Arthur making the noise, and Merlin is tempted to tell him to shush, but the look on Arthur's face merely makes him groan around the prince's cock.

As Arthur comes, Merlin swallows eagerly and then looks up at the Prince.

"So why are we in the wardrobe?"

Arthur shrugs and steps outside.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, in the trunk of the Imapala.

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, in the trunk of the Impala.

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

"Scoot forward."

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?"

"Jesus just move, my leg is going numb."

"Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't so frigging tall."

"Well maybe if you hadn't gotten us thrown in the back of the car."

"Oh like that was my fault."

"You were the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut."

"How the hell was I supposed to know she was the witch?"

"Maybe in the future you'll wait before you start insulting people's decorating."

"Dude, I cannot help it if that couch was fugly. Are you sniffing my hair?"

"Smells nice. New shampoo?"

"Motel soap, same as I've always used. Hey, Sammy, hands to yourself."

"Dean, need you so bad."

"HANDS OUT OF THE PANTS! Damnit Sam untie my hands"

"Need this now Dean please."

"Sam this some fucked up mojo. You need to get a hold of yourself and stop right now."

"Dean. please."

"Sam. Sammy. We need to figure this out. Or we could uh. ok. you just go ahead and do what you need to ooooh."

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, hiding from the authorities.

Hiding In The Wardrobe; SPN, Sam/Dean, Hiding from the authorities

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

“Seriously Dean, this is not the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe! We are not going to fit in there.”

Dean wasn’t listening as he drug Sam into the wardrobe that lined the far wall of the master suite. Typical that while they were trying to lay low and just take a few days off someone happened to call the Feds and tell them where they were. Dean knew who it was but how the hell the bitch knew where they were to call was beyond him.

He pushed Sam back into the wall, wanting to be the first at the door should they need to fight their way out of it. Sam kept quiet but his hands pushed at Dean slightly before he got to the point of pressing into his brother’s chest. They could hear the noise in the bed and breakfast, heard the FBI coming through the house and Dean was thankful they’d left the Impala safely covered while they’d taken a cab to the place. Maybe Sam’s paranoia since the bank fiasco wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

The door creaked open and he heard the owner walking them through. He felt Sam straighten, felt his breath against his neck and barely managed to contain the shiver. She told them the boys hadn’t been any trouble at all, but the agent didn’t seem to listen. They were only in the room a minute before the agents walked out, but he got to hear them accept the invitation for dinner before leaving.

Dean shook his head as he felt Sam lower his head into the center of Dean’s back, his relief evident. “Not gone yet Sammy.” He turned his head and saw Sam looking back at him, eyes unreadable in the dark of the wardrobe. His brother just nodded.

Dean felt the time slipping by and finally gave in to his need to lean against something. He knew Sam was leaning back against the back wall so he let his weight fall into his brother, not bothering to warn him. He heard the soft groan as his body settled and he smiled. “Okay there Sammy?” He asked.

“Never pegged you for a cuddler Dean.” Sam said in the same whisper they’d been sharing for the last 15 minutes.

“Sam, there is a whole lot you don’t know about me.” He teased. He heard the small intake of breath as he shifted his weight slightly, pressing back against Sam as he did so. He listened for more voices but nothing was reaching them just yet. When the sharp staccato of laughter came, Dean sighed. They were still there.

Dean shifted again but stopped at Sam’s huff. “Dean, stop moving.”

“Trying Sammy. Can’t get comfortable.” He complained. He hated feeling trapped but they were safer in the wardrobe until the FBI left. They were undoubtedly waiting for them to show up at the house but they wouldn’t prolong it to much more. When they left, Sam and Dean would be able to sneak out and get away before they noticed. Especially since they were looking for something trying to get in, not out.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, eavesdropping

[raphaela667.livejournal.com]

More Morgana than M/A, but they're in there!

It's something of an unfortunate habit, and Morgana knows that. She has since she was a child and she used to infuriate her nurses and her mother's maids by sneaking down to the hall to watch the men and women dancing, to watch her father drag her mother out of the hall, to watch King Uther watching that with a look in his eyes that Morgana was too young to place then and too wise to want to, now. But she's always loved eavesdropping, knowing little things she's not supposed to.

She knows quite a few things, knows quite a few people better than they'd like her to.

Gaius had some great love, when he was young - sometimes she wonders if it was Hunith, who is always very gentle with him, but then she looks at Merlin and knows it's not. Hunith would have given him a father, if she could have.

Gwen gossips with the other maids but never about Morgana herself, and Morgana might have taken that on faith, but she's never been so very good at that.

The head cook is desperately in love with one of the stable-hands who is twenty years her junior, but he loves her back and it's all very sordid since she's been married fifteen years, and they're planning to run off together, though he can't give her a better home than the hayloft they lie in sometimes. Which, come to think of it, isn't really running very far. It'll be interesting, Morgana thinks, to see how that plays out. If nothing else, it will be amusing.

But Merlin and Arthur have always been her favorite - she'll lurk outside of Arthur's rooms (though she knows the castle gossips say she pines for him, oh, he can only dream - though she knows he doesn't), or by his open windows, when she knows they're inside, together - alone, most of the time.

She likes the sound of their laughing, the sound of Merlin's cries of indignation when Arthur commits some minor offense, and Arthur's screeching when Merlin does the same. She likes to watch them, too, at feasts. When Merlin takes food from Arthur's plate and Arthur tries (and fails, miserably, every time - Arthur Pendragon was not built for subtlety) to conceal the entire thing from his father. When Merlin makes some snide joke and Arthur nearly kills himself trying to hide his laugh in a gulp of wine - when the gulps are of another kind entirely.

She's not quite sure that she knows, though - oh, she knows they sleep together. Nearly every night, she knows that Merlin creeps back to his room in Gaius' chambers only out of deference to the physician. She knows that when Arthur left on campaign Merlin fought and kicked and screamed until he was permitted to join him. She knows that when Merlin came back, badly bleeding and near dead Arthur didn't eat for nearly three days, waiting for him to wake up.

She knows full well that it looks like love, but she doesn't know quite what that means. And so she keeps listening at doors, waiting for proof, waiting to know.

It's always been unfortunate, Morgana's need to possess information through any means available to her.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human, George/Mitchell, getting dressed for a date

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, part of the plan

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, part of the plan

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

I could not get this dad gum thing to fit, so I put it here:

http://yanzadracan.livejournal.com/16197.html

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human/BtvS, George/Oz, claustrophobia

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"... and every single month, worrying over whether or not I'm going to wake up the next morning and discover that I've murdered someone..."

"Well, that's why you lock yourself up overnight during the full moon."

"..."

"You hadn't thought of that?"

"Well, yes, but... where? That's the problem, finding a secure location..."

"You could always have one made."

"Oh, right. Who would you recommend I call to build an iron cage in the basement of my rented flat?"

"It wouldn't have to be in your house. Probably better if it's not. And... there are people."

"People?"

"Who are... aware of our types of issues. Trust me. I could actually get someone to take care of it for you."

"..."

"So... there's another problem?"

"Ah... yes, actually..."

"What?"

"I'm, ah... claustrophobic."

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Stephen, Connor's "straight" boyfriend

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

Connor had never had a straight boyfriend. Ok so that was a bit of a double negative but it was still pretty much true. Nick was straight, exhibit one, wife, which ok might make him bi, but exhibit two was the fact that after four months of dating he was still yet to come into contact with Connor's dick, nor Connor his.
Which was getting really old.

Connor understood going slow, especially with everything that had happened to Nick, but his dick was getting seriously lonely and he was over it.

Connor pushed Nick's shirt off his shoulders, smiling at the slightly stunned look on his face.

"If you want to stop me, you're going to have to do it now or I'm going to fall to my knees, open your pants and suck you off until you come on my face."

Well, that certainly wasn't the facial expression of a straight man, Nick's eyes were blown, his mouth just open and his face flushed.

So Connor smirked and sank down, eyes dark under his lashes and lifted his hands to Nick's fly, popping open the button.

Nick was hard and already leaking and Connor was starting to re-evaluate his assumption.

Nick's cock was heavy on his tongue, a little larger than he'd expected and he gagged a little, pulling back. Nick's hand came down on his shoulder, sliding up into his hair and held him there.

Connor's dick twitched and Nick's hand guided him back onto his cock, holding him close as he pressed forward.

Connor did all he could to loosen his throat and tried not to choke. He breathed through his nose as much as he could until Nick finally pulled back, wrapped his hand around his cock and came in lines of white across Connor's face and neck.

He let go of Connor, kneeling down to join him on the floor and kissed him through the come.

"I was trying to be gentle with you."

Connor laughed.

[bookaddict43.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Jayne/Kaylee, hidden hatches

Hidden Hatches, NC-17

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

There were hidden hatches all over the place. Kayle knew them all. She knew this ship like the back of her hand and that came in all kinds of handy. She also knew Jayne real good too. She knew he couldn't say no to a dare, no matter how dangerous.

This time she'd dared him to sex her up in the hidden hatch over the captain's room. It was in the ceiling and plenty sturdy. She'd taken a bunch of weights up there with her and bounced around a bit. It only made a new squeaks here or there, but nothing too loud.

Mal was completely asleep when they slipped inside the hidden hatch. it was only good enough for the two of them to lay in and move around a little bit, but not enough to sit up completely. Kayle could tell Jayne was thinking this over again so she opened her top. He melted at the sight and went right down to start licking at her. She held back a groan as his tongue went to work.

Jayne looked over her shoulder and saw through the vents Mal's sleeping form.

"We gotta be real quick," he told her and opened up the fly of his pants.

"No no," she said hitching up her skirt and pushing him down towards the bottom, "I wanna be able to see him."

"Who you doing me or him?" Jayne snapped a little too loud.

Kaylee put her finger to her lips and shook her head. "I just like the danger is all. Don't get all jealous like."

"Fine," Jayne said only not arguing because Kaylee had put him inside of her slick, warm womanhood.

Kaylee silently moaned as she started thrusting on him. Jayne's eyes were closed and his fists were clenched in the way he did when he was really getting off and trying to hold back. She smirked knowing he liked this just as much as she did.

She went faster jumping up and down on him like the pogo he was. He let out a little growl and she purred back at him letting him know it was good. His hand moved down between her legs and found her clit. A few flicks and that was all it took. She came making a mess all over him and he fell with her a moment later making a few grunts too many.

Mal woke up below them and sat straight up.

"What the hell?" he demanded grabbing his gun and going to the door.

"Shit what should we-?" Jayne started than she put a finger to his lips.

"It's no big deal. He doesn't know about this hatch.Maybe he'll just think he had an erotic dream about you or somethin'"

"Damn girl way to ruin the mood.

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Hustle, Ash/Danny, "Tell me you have a plan. You always have a plan."

Tell me you have a plan. You always have a plan. - Hustle, Ash/Danny

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The con's teetering on the edge of, you know, blowing up in their faces and bringing substantial jail-sentences for all of them with the oncoming train-wreck. Their mark’s coming up in the lift and there’s no other way out and if they’re caught with the box of files then it’s all over and they’ll have to run to get away from this before the police are called.

“Tell me you have a plan,” Danny hisses, practically bouncing with anxiety. “You always have a plan.”

“Thought you’d made yourself leader,” Ash snaps.

“Yeah, but you’re the fixer, ain’tcha? Just…” Danny flails a little, “fix this, before we’re all doomed to an eternity behind bars. I can’t spend an eternity behind bars – I’m too pretty!”

“Too mouthy, more like,” Ash mutters, but he spots the tiny stationary room – barely bigger than a cupboard but there should be…ah, yes. Just enough room for the both of them, as long as neither of them are claustrophobic or mind the complete lack of personal space. He manhandles Danny in and pulls the door almost closed behind them, dumping the files on a shelf. If this is going to work… “Kiss me,” he says.

“What?”

Danny, Ash thinks, can really be a fucking idiot sometimes.

The lift pings and he presses Danny back against the shelves, moves in as close as he can get and presses his mouth to Danny’s. There’s the expected moment of resistance but Danny starts returning the kiss just as the door opens.

“Oh…” someone says, and Ash breaks the kiss to look over at their mark who’s looking a little gob-smacked and a whole lot turned on. Danny, Ash is pleased to notice, is far too dazed to notice that anyone’s interrupted them. “Never mind me, boys. You just…carry on.”

Ash smirks at the man and winks and – as the door closes – turns his attention back to destroying any working brain cells that Danny has left.

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Dark Angel, Max/Alec, stakeout

It Did, Dark Angel, Max/Alec, stakeout

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“Can you stand still for two seconds?”

He stared at her and gave her his best smirk, planted his arms across his chest and counted. “One one thousand, two one thousand.” He looked down at himself, then back up at her. “Why yes, I can.”

“Smart ass.”

“Alec, actually. You could have named me ass, I mean it is my best feature.”

“Should have gone with my first instinct and named you dick.”

“It is debatable I guess, which is my best side, but really… there’s not a bad side is there?”

Max moaned into her hands and Alec couldn’t help but feel good about it. Honestly, Max was too high strung. She needed to learn to relax and have a little fun. And Alec was bored.

It was a stakeout and the last thing he wanted to be doing tonight but Eyes Only needed Max and Max needed him so there he was. Good little soldier boy bored to tears on a Friday night because he hadn’t learned to say no to the friendly neighborhood pain in the ass.

He sat down on the edge of the couch and watched through the window. It wasn’t that big a deal and he had no idea why Max wanted him there. It was just a peep show really. They were supposed to watch some building and see what happened after hours there.

Max sat beside him, nudging him with some water and he took it gratefully. Not as grateful as if it’d been something a hell of a lot stronger, but hey, who could blame him.
“So… this the way you prefer to spend Friday nights?”

Max cuffed him in the back of the head and he laughed. “Shut up Alec.” There was laughter in her voice as she said it though and he knew he’d made her smile. “Look, I appreciate you coming out tonight.”

“Why am I here?”

She looked down and seemed slight embarrassed before she answered. “Maybe I just wanted someone to hang with while I was stuck here?”

“That so?” She shrugged. “So why me? Cause I gotta tell you, I know I’m not your favorite person.”

“It’s not that I don’t like you Alec.” She said and there was something strained in her voice.

He knew they’d had a rocky start and he really couldn’t blame her. Didn’t blame himself either, but he knew she and Logan both still did. He had been a soldier then, doing what he was told without question, just like he’d been programmed and reprogrammed to do.

“I just don’t anways know what to do around you.”

“Speak your mind Maxie. It’s all you gotta do around me.”